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No More Finances

I sit here quietly as the crisp breeze brushes my golden hair behind me.
The wind caresses my being with blissfulness as my mind enters into despair.
I close my eyes oh so slightly as my face tilts towards the odor of the wind.
My arms stretch to each side of me as,
My intellect escapes into a world not of the ordinary,
And demolishes the reality.
I have no future in the financial world… none what so ever,
I keep hearing these words within my head…
“We’re going to have to ask you to leave,” and “You are not fit for this position,”
Tears descend from my doleful face as I know that I was fit for anything,
I could have worked harder… and maybe I would not have lost my lively hood…
Yet if I performed harder I would have lost touch with sanity
And would have been compelled to dwell within the white walls of the unstable mentalities.
“I did my best!!!” I keep saying to myself…
“I know I did and nobody can do anything about it.”
Saying these words inside my head does not mean that I’m ok,
Yet it calms my financial worries down.

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